[Hector brushes sand off of the furry little corpse, not at all squeamish about touching a dead thing or concerned about the impression he is making. He raises an eyebrow at the woman's gesture. Something to ward off evil? He's used to that sort of thing.]

Knowledge is power, and some people are loath to part with it. Bunch of assholes.

[He tucks the fox into a sack and slings it onto his back.]

Life's too short to not indulge your curiosity.